When I touched ground in SFO
I felt the impact deep in my marrow
Of course, it was remorse
Not the release I'd been waiting for
Clinging tightly to my armrest
I anxiously stared through the door
Maybe it's true
What's been said
About my fear that
I'll never truly be satisfied
On the drive back home
I breathed in each familiar road
And my parents looked so concerned
'Cause I hardly said a mumbling word
Or made an expression
Or moved a muscle
I was mourning the death of my dream
The one that waited for me
As I was standing
At the door to my room
I felt the shudder of relief
Breaking through the heat of the afternoon
The branches swaying wildly in the breeze
I saw a squirrel jumping from tree to tree
All we have to do
Is decide what to do
With the time
Given to us